In the echoing corridors of forgotten woods, do you hear them?
The winds that twist and curl, weaving tales from sycamore sighs and velveteen shadows. It's a rhapsody sung with fervor, yet tinged with a spectral hush.
Reflections untold, waltzing upon the silken ripples of an abandoned pond.
Steps stir the mirror mists where roots intertwine with memory, a dance of the seen and the unseen that hums the very symphony of life. Can you hear its call?
Entangled in this symbiotic embrace, we are but echoes ourselves — whispers yearning for whispers in return. Let the mirror show you... the parts you never knew sparkled under the moonlight.